𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 76 | Thong?

My face went red watching as he put his hand in, pulling out a bright red bra. With his finger he held it out to me.

"This." His smile was amused but his eyes were hot and promising.

I grabbed it and angrily shoved it under my arm, trying not to meet his eyes.

"And, this." He said.

He grabbed out a thin laced, black studded string, thong.

He grinned and I snatched it quickly. "And here I thought you were innocent." He says with a knowing smirk.

"That it?" I asked, my brow turned in anger, ignoring that statement, wanting to prove him right in other ways as well.

"Yes, now go change, I'll wait." He took a step forward to the couch.

I groaned and leaned to grab a tank top, he grabbed my wrist.

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching me as I met his eyes.

"Getting a tank top?" I answered, my brow furrowed in confusion.

"I never grabbed a tank top." He stated.

What. What the hell? I can't wear this to class. Does he think I'm just gonna waltz into All Might's class with no tank top? He's gotta be insane.

I gave an empty laugh. "You're joking. Let me go."

"You wear what I give you. I never gave you a tank top. Put on what you have." He let go of my wrist, gesturing for me to change.

I stared in shock and watched as he stood in wait.

"What?" My mouth gaped.

"Go, you have a class to get to." He visibly fought a smirk off his face.

He's right, I can't fight him right now, I have to go. I took my shoulder, and as hard as I could, shoved past him bashing his arm. He barely flinched and chuckled, walking to the couch.

I'm not a murderer, but hey, who knows, genetics, right? Wouldn't mind killing Shota Aizawa.

I closed and locked the bathroom door behind me. This is going to be embarrassing, why did I have to lose that fight? I'm strong, but am I an idiot too? Damn it, this is going to be terrible.

I finished putting everything on pretty quickly but I stared into the mirror and groaned. The thong strings stuck out from the low rise shorts and sat atop the bones on my hips. Trust me I tried tucking it and folding it into my shorts but the strings wouldn't stick. The bra was so visible it was like there was no shirt. What the hell? He did this on purpose. Well of course he did this on purpose, imbecile. When did I even buy this skimpy shit? Whatever. Thank fuck they allow teachers to wear whatever the hell they want, unless it's a meeting or something important of course.

I swung the door open and kept my head down at an angle as I stomped over to Aizawa. I stood in front of the couch and struck my hands out then spun.

"Happy?" I gritted. "This good enough for you?"

I stopped spinning and stood to glare at him. His eyes met mine, then trailed down from my neck, to my chest and hips. He instinctively licked his lips ever so slightly and narrowed his eyes. I wanted to break this guys neck, I still can't believe I lost to this pervert.

I crossed my arms, hiding my chest and stared him in the eyes.

"I guess it'll do." He grinned slyly and got up, heading to the door.

"Dick." I whispered under my breath.

"Oh and, if you don't remember, I have your contact." He held up his phone as his other hand was on the door knob. "Make sure you read what I tell you."

"Pfft." I scowled. "Yeah right."

"I won, mind you." He winked then left.

I turned around and snatched a throw pillow off the couch, chucking it at the door. Giz ran to me and curled around my legs.

"What time is it Giz?" I asked, hiding my anger.

I had 7 minutes before class started.

I quickly bent down to pat Giz then grabbed my bag and swiftly left the apartment.

That self centered arrogant prick can't just expect me to oblige by him. Well, yes for the hundredth time he won, but this is just ridiculous. I need this day to pass quickly, but so far it's going agonizingly slow.

Also, what's up with him inviting me to a party? Present Mic's at that, gets me wondering. He could have invited anybody, why me? Does he plan to embarrass me there? What if I don't do what he says? Will he not give me my earrings back? Damn it, I'll have to see how this turns out. This better not get any more crazy than it is right now, I'm too fragile for this, if he even touches me I'll probably just explode.

I physically fast-walked down the hallway, struggling on avoiding kids. It's hard to think about how crazy everything is. This Aizawa guy randomly popped up and now him and I.. him and I what? I don't even know, what does he want from me? What am I to him? He hasn't done anything that has benefitted me. Or has he? I don't know, it's hard to focus on the pros when there's so many cons. He was laughing it up with two annoying chicks, and right after, I got jumped by them. He starved me in his apartment, and he embarrassed me in front of Recovery Girl, on multiple occasions.

That's not even all of it but I'm tired of thinking about him. These days it seems like that's all I do, but he won't leave me the hell alone.

I had gotten too into daydreaming while I was basically running and I clashed into another person.